My parents are the best. I'm not kidding. Everyone who meets them thinks so. That's including my husband! I feel very blessed to come from such loving people. I was raised to believe that family is the most important thing in the world.
Griffin is their only grandchild and I remember when we told my parents that I was pregnant. They were so elated they kissed each other and both cried for joy. It was such a beautiful reaction.
Adore isn't a strong enough word for how my parents feel about their only grandson. They make the trip from the States to Germany every eight weeks to see him. (They say it's to see us as well, but I don't believe that for a minute).
Thursday, April 29, 2010
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